Abducted

Is she cold, is she hungry?
Is she waiting for me?
Waiting for her hero,
To come set her free?

Is she hurt, is she wet?
Is my little girl crying?
Does she know that I'm looking?
Does she know that I'm trying?

Is she scared and alone,
While hope fades away?
Is my little girl praying,
That I find her today?

Does she think it's her fault,
Something's she's done?
Did she try to get away?
Did she try to run?

I hope he don't hurt her
I hope he's not violent
Is my little girl breathing?
Or is she now silent?

With every passing second
Her chances fade too
I'll find whoever took her
If it's the last thing I do
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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Taylor Avatar
August 24, 2011 at 12:05 AM
Wow, awesome piece my friend. Chilling questions. Excellent write. Best to you and yours. Ralph
Onclaud Avatar
August 22, 2011 at 12:05 PM
the sense of foreboding, the second by second rush of anxiety well scribed in this seemingly urgent piece... i was there with you, larry! greeat job! wishing you winning luck! :) huggs, nette
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